A short story about Wally West. Warning Containing child abuse.
The bus stopped and Wally got out, he was now standing in front of his house, not his home, he didn't have one of those, but he did have a house, but that was just the place he lived in at the moment. He could probably kiss uncle Barry and aunt Iris for paying for the trip his dad definitely wouldn't want to waste that small sum of money they had on anything involving him no that wasn't even in discussion rather use the money on alcohol. Wally opened the door as lightly as he possible could, definitely wouldn't want to wake Rudolf not when his day started out so perfect he slowly closed the door and headed towards the staircase suddenly a voice came from the couch "where do you think you're going brat, you really think you can just disappear for two weeks and leave me to do all of your work " Rudolf said with a voice as cold as Ice. He walked over to Wally " no dad I just didn't want people to get thoughts in their heads " Wally stated in his defence " I see so that's what you think you think there's something wrong with the way I raise my son in my house so that's what you think you piece of trash well let me show you how it's done " Wally raised his arms up in defence and Rudolf started hitting one punch after another until wally wasn't more than a bloody pole on the floor one punch hurt especially the one right in his ribs probably broke one or two when his father finally stopped he had a dislocated shoulder as well and now he needed to clean the blood of the wall and floor before he could go to bed, when he finally was done and the door to his bedroom was closed behind him, all the blood had been washed of his pale skin and out of his red hair could he finally go to sleep although he would be tossing and turning for hours until he finally found a position that didn't hurt as badly as everything else he closed his emerald green eyes and went to sleep.
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